Journey Through Life Poem by Gerry Legister

Before our ancestress were aware?
Of the naked psyche, formed out there,
Aware that between us there's space
In empty hazy, lazy silence of ignorance.
We step out timidly, from curling crouch,
Treading youthful path to destiny search,
On this journey, we can't reach the goal
Without the desire borne strongly in our soul,
The purpose of intent being the content,
With much more of life vibrant and radiant,
Then the echoing voices of inner self,
In conflict, we know how adrenaline felt,
And our journey is getting harder every day,
We see many obstacles blocking the way.
Why do people's lives become wordless?
Trying to organize others while there's a mess?
Social media wants to know our birth date
The place we were born, and people we hate.
And our present age is on a pleasant stage,
What do we know about the new leverage?
We were born with dreams that will never die
Where fantasy cry and take the deepest sigh.
Register pennants to enter heavenly statistics,
Prayers bombarding the sky like ballistics.
Life's journey is about style here for awhile
With stomach crunching pain on every mile,
At some point in time, new lessons we'll learn,
Buying private tuition with the wages earn.
Holding the dream's we have in our hearts,
Understanding we lack in so many parts.
Carrying along the ones we have never seen,
Images on the screen, wearing out the costume.
Life continues to grow a flame expose that light
When dreams become utterly black in the night.
I don't know where the darkness comes from?
Into one's life span, to measure and expand,
The intervals we fix into separate time limits.
Some are good deeds done, merit with lips.
Our lives is not always what it could be,
To ourselves, we try to be what others see.
How do we wish it might have been so simple?
Waking up each day living with nice people.

When darkness spun in the shade of memory,
Flowers and sentiments only half convey,
Those deeds of the day that is watching us,
From a life greater than been ourselves.
The bad things they do not disturb God,
For he knows the good path we have trod.
Hope in God, is an important tool to have,
Until we are well inside the dark grave.